"spiddle" poems
Tossing the pigskin
Burrowing and displaying the Ostrich effect
All applause for the chairman of the board of trustees
And all the spiddle on his back up shirt
Mortify them
An incomplete pass
Rally the troops
For unfinished business
Shift gears
Reread the post script
"P.S. The unzipped flies of store owners trying to replicate the success of their fathers. Piddle about, play with implements of torture, instruments of destruction. Wander in the wilderness, grunt and sigh as your civilized brain rattles. Make way for Plan B, and fill out the forms in triplicate. Fumbling at the controls, emergency landing. The gear shift and crankshaft have given out. Listen to the titillating chatter of the disappointed passengers who all longed for the window seat.
Always your's
Edmund Balthazar "
Take two
I could slap you
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
Look into my eyes.
Your eyes are getting heavy
You're getting sleepy,
Sleeeepy, sleeeepy.
Now repeat after me..
"I want to be your love slave".
I'd like to scuttle your puttle
Spiddle your paddle
Tickle your wickle
And twittle your taddle
Stroodle your doodle
Cromple your string
Brundle your strundle
And frondle your ding
Wear nothing, not even your bikini
I’ve spilled some gin on my ******
I thought this uncouth,
So I’ve added hermouth,
How’d you like me to slip you a martini?
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC